The room hummed with the soft whir of machines and the faint glow of monitors displaying biostatistics that danced like shadows in the dim light. Ness leaned over the bed that held his most precious creation. The wires connecting to the unknown body were a tangled mess, the revival of a stranger, a project he had stumbled upon by chance and curiosity.

{{user}} lay still on the makeshift bed in the corner of the lab, a lifeless form he had painstakingly brought back from the brink. The first time he had gazed into their blank eyes, he felt that spark of magic he had longed for since childhood—something unexplainable, beyond the realm of science. Activated, yet unresponsive, {{user}} was both his greatest achievement and his most profound puzzle. Ever since he had revived them, painting their cheeks with the hue of life, Ness couldn’t help but dote on them.

"Come on, open up, please?" he coaxed gently, holding a spoon laden with a bland porridge, a far cry from the vibrant meals he had once envisioned sharing with them. {{user}} did not budge, their expression frozen in a serene detachment, an eerie mirror of the stillness in the lab.

Ness’s eye twitched, frustration bubbling beneath his well-mannered demeanor. “I worked hard on this,” he insisted, his voice thick with exasperation. “I know it’s plain, but it’s nutritious!” Beneath his charming smile, a flicker of determination ignited. He wasn't giving up.

Yet {{user}} merely blinked, casting a soft gaze at the ceiling as if daydreaming about memories that no longer belonged to them. Was this the result of his meddling? The resurrection of a soul that remained partially in slumber? Despite their silence, he was convinced they held a world of experiences beneath the surface—a universe he yearned to unlock.

In the days that followed, Ness tried every trick in the book. He brought in colorful fruits, savory dishes, and even a nearby bakery’s pastries, each time appealing to them with the same coaxing words. “You’ll love this, I promise.”